Haiku (#1)
The rain fog mist drifts
mud wetly slurps into socks
sad grass needs to sponge.
Beware, I'm in a mood to inflict bad poetry on all and sundry. This may become a theme of the waiting.
mud wetly slurps into socks
sad grass needs to sponge.
Beware, I'm in a mood to inflict bad poetry on all and sundry. This may become a theme of the waiting.
Labels: Pathetic poetry.
Posted by Zhoen on Wednesday, April 04, 2007
8 comments:
waiting is hard.
I adore haikus. Inflict away.
hey, this isn't bad! keep it coming. (I do a lot of inflicting myself).
This haiku is great.
It is not so pathetic.
You should write some more.
Pathos (OED)
1. An expression or utterance that evokes sadness or sympathy, esp. in a work of literature; a description, passage, or scene of this nature. Now rare.
3. Physical or mental suffering; sorrow. Obs. rare.
4. The quality of the transient or emotional, as opposed to the permanent or ideal (contrasted with ethos); emotion, passion.
If this is what it takes, while waiting, please Haiku to your hearts content.
Yah, I was going to ask what form of "pathetic" you meant (the term "pathetic fallacy" bubbling up from the seeping storehouse of my literary education). Thanks for clearing that up. :-)
So should we expect 50+ days of haikus?
I love the muddy one.
Like them all. Not pathetic in any perjorative sense anyway.
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